“We only live once.”
Is not an excuse for everything. Living life to the fullest does not mean you should be partying the hardest or acting the dumbest. Having one life to live does not mean going out every night, hanging with your “crew” and participating in things you should not be doing. Instead, because you only have one life to live, you should be careful of what you decide to do because it will definitely effect your future. Why live if you’re only going to suffer when you grow up due to the stupidity of your teenage years? Would you really want to live with all the regrets and self-hatred once you realize that you’ve been taken on life the wrong way? Sometimes, it is really too late when you finally figured out your mistakes. There are so many ways to relief stress and entertain yourself, just because you are young doesn’t mean that you should be doing things such as smoking and taking drugs. Having one life is no excuse for blindly hurting yourself. Because we only have one life to live, we should treasure it and work hard to find the happiness/success that we are intended to find.
Saying “I love you” is just like saying “I accept you for who you are.” Saying “I love you” is know who I am and loving both my strengths and weaknesses. Saying “I love you” is just like saying “I want to protect you. I want to be the one who stand by your yourside no matter what and be the shoulder you use to cry on.” Saying “I love you” is another way of saying “I know all of your deepest secrets and I want to keep them. Never judging you for your past or your present.” Saying “I love you” is understanding what kind of person I am and not wanting to change any part of me. Saying “I love you” is like admitting that you are always dreaming of me and that you are thinking about me every single day. Saying “I love you” is not just saying three simple words. Saying “I love you” should only be said when you really mean it for there are so many hidden meaning that comes with those three words.
Trayvon Martin.
This incident hits me hard. Being black for one thing but that’s not it. My mom always told me that life in America a a black male is not an easy thing. We can’t wear a hoodie, or a skully without being suspected to rob, kill or steal. Granted as a race, we did this to ourselves. But my mom is right. Trayvon’s death proves it.
To me, God took Trayvons life for people to realize that we(black males) are treated differently than most races. Not saying that we are the only ones. I’m just speaking on blacks because that’s what I am. I know Hispanics, Asians, etc. are also stereotyped. I know. But twice this year(maybe more) I’ve heard of an innocent black male, at the same age as Trayvon, been killed. One by a cop up in the Bronx in the bath tub of his own house. Now Trayvon who was killed by “neighborhood crime watch”. It bothers the hell out of me. So much.
What scares me the most is that I live in Florida. My life can be taken if someone feels threatened by me. Trayvon was shot taking some drinks and skittles inside. I could be killed or any other black male can be killed for something much less. That law needs to be removed. Personally, the right to Bear Arms needs to be removed. A lot of trigger happy ass people out there.
I hope justice is served and that man is put behind bars & that something is done about this law. More importantly I want to people to look at black people differently. No doubt black people have to take the first step in that direction. But the thing is not all black people are thieves, murders, drug dealers, etc. The black people who don’t fit the stereotypes, are still stereotyped. I need that to change. We’re all human & we all belong to one race. The human race. We need to coexist.
Just my thoughts yo.
RIP Trayvon
If I’m with you, then I’m yours ❤
My heart belongs to you, I am committed to the love that we share and as many girl’s pass me by, you’re the only one that makes me happy, you’re the one that makes my day complete just by talking to you or seeing you. Sure I’m not perfect, but I’ll try my best to make you happy, I’ll show you that I love you, I’ll be there for you when you’re down and most of all, I’ll listen to you and take the time to understand you, I won’t assume or judge you because I know that no one’s perfect and we all make mistakes. I wouldn’t give up on you and if we ever do get In an argument, I’d rather us take the time to talk it out and if anything I would rather lose the argument them lose you and what we worked so hard to build. Understand that I will put in the effort end time to assure you that I’m here to stay, that no matter what happens I will show you that you’re worth it to me. My heart is yours and that’s it, no lies, no games, no cheating, none of that other BS. Whether you’re far away or near, this is my promise to you.
Truth is, there's more to a girl then just her looks.
Get to know her as an individual, don’t just base personality on how a girl looks, deep inside is a girl who’s been through so much, she has trusted only to be hurt over and over again, she has a story that you don’t know so take the time to listen to her, understand her point of view instead of making assumptions, she has a mind full of thoughts which explain how or why she feel the way she does so take a step into her mind and pay attention to what she says or how she feels, this shows her that you genuinely care about her, it lets her know that you can look past her imperfections, mistakes, or flaws and still like her for who she is as a person. Remember, love isn’t based on looks, it’s based on how someone can make you feel, that feeling that only they bring out in you, the butterflies and the genuine smiles.
I wouldn’t ever try to change you into someone you’re not.
Do you know why? Because as cliche as it may sound, you’re perfect just the way you are, yeah you may make mistakes or get upset here and there, but no one’s perfect and I know that. I want to learn things about you, like what made you the way you are and your past, I promise I won’t judge you, I will accept you as you are, however I want to learn of your past so that I can understand what you’ve been through and try to see situations from your perspective, you know? I know that’s it’s hard for you trust or open up to people because you’ve been hurt so much, but I just want you to know that I care and that you’re never alone, I’m always a call or a text away, any time or any day because to me you honestly do matter and I’m lucky to have you in my life, I just hope that you can see that. Just be you and I’ll be me, let’s continue to make more memories together and just live life, you know?
Go ahead and ignore me.
Just know that if you keep ignoring me, I won’t be holding on anymore. I’m done waiting for hours and days for you to talk to me. I’m done acting like it doesn’t hurt me when you push me away. You know how much it hurts me when you don’t talk to me. One day you talk to me, the next minute you ignore me like I don’t exist. If you can’t tell me what’s wrong and why you’re ignoring me then I guess all there is left is to just let me go.
(Source: anthonytherat)
She’s not perfect. He’s not perfect. We will never be perfect. It’s human nature to be the reflection of imperfection because in order to be perfect you must also be omnipotent. When you meet someone, don’t judge them for all the mistakes in their life. If they make you happy; if they are able to make you feel like no one’s ever had, then hold onto them and don’t ever let go. Don’t expect them to be like the protagonist in any romantic comedy. Don’t expect them to sing you songs, write you poems, or even quote your favorite piece of literature. Don’t let them go just because your expectations are too high for them to reach. No one’s perfect. There are bound to be fights and misunderstandings. Perfect guys and perfect girls do not exist. But there’s always a possibility that there is someone out there that’s perfect for you.
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
… Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
